Chapter 27
Emma found bread in the freezer above the fridge and defrosted a few slices. She toasted them in a toaster from a cupboard, burning the edges in her distraction. She discovered an opened pot of blackcurrant jam in the pantry and plastered it over the bread, suspecting Christopher wasn’t really hungry, but searching for a useful task to keep her out of his way.
The Irishman tapped away on his laptop, plugging in other devices and watching something move on the screen. Emma laid black coffee next to the toast. “What’s that?” She saw the cursor on the screen spinning and spinning.
“I’m seeing if he wore one of our trackers,” Christopher muttered, unplugging one device and switching it with another. “If he thought this might happen, he may have used one.” The screen showed a soli
